Julie Powell
Julie Powell
Julie Powell, née Fosteris an American author best known for her book Julie & Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen, and a subsequent movie...
ProfessionBlogger
Date of Birth20 April 1973
CityAustin, TX
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I was painted into a corner. I was completely lost -- I didn't know what I was going to do. I wanted to learn to cook. ... It wasn't until the project was nearly done that I really understood that what I was trying to do was figuring out a new way of living and finding new experiences in life.
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She doesn't like to use a food processor.
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She can curse right and she looks as though she's eaten French food before.
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I clawed the stuff out bit by painful, pink bit, ... until my knife was sunk into the leg bone up past the hilt. It made dreadful scraping noises - I felt like I could feel it in the center of my bones. A passing metaphor to explorers of the deep wilds of Africa does not seem out of place here - there was a definite Heart of Darkness quality to this. How much more interior can you get, after all, than the interior of bones? It's the center of the center of things.
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It first appealed to me as a book rather than a cookbook. I was a real bookworm and it just seemed sort of mysterious and adult and slightly dangerous.
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I graduated from college with a major in fiction writing, and then I spent years and years and years just writing and not ever finishing anything and really falling into the black hole of self-loathing.
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Physically it's exhausting to cook every night. Existentially speaking, I have so much more energy having that time to myself in this project, this gift to myself at the end of the day. Even if it didn't go smoothly, it was still a gift.
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The blog is certainly another tool for writers out there to break their way in. But being a blogger does not make you a great writer.
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Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple.
writing creative obsession
I got my undergrad in Creative Writing, and then I didn't get my Masters in obsession, because I figured I already had that covered.
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Cooking saved my life! Sure, there were some miserable moments, but that was sort of the point, to find something challenging and consuming enough to take a place in the center of my life into which was creeping a horrible feeling of stasis and the doom of mediocrity.
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There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.
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The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes
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Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker. Sometimes you've got to dye your hair cobalt blue, or wander remote islands in Sicily, or cook your way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year, for no very good reason.